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“You seem to know better than to tempt fate.” Avenger replied, right before informing you telepathically, <span class="mu-i"> “In life, he had to withdraw from battle after his foot was sniped with an arrow. I managed to hit him from below right as they lunged at me.” </span>
“Hmph, construe this as a victory if you like, provided you live long enough to relish the satisfaction.” Diomedes replied as he and the surviving, more decorated wight mounted the chariot that he’d kept in reserve.
“Don’t think you can… just leave…” Avenger began to answer as she lost consciousness. You’re going to need to be careful about moving her, the wound in her chest isn’t stable and she didn’t have time to stem the worst of it with one of her potions. If only you knew some kind of healing spell to alleviate it the way she eased the pain from your wound practically effortlessly. In fact, there are so many things you wished you knew how to do.
“Who says I don’t chase you down and off you too, hotshot?” Kuro no Archer asked as he brandished his chakram again.
“Though not eloquently, he does.” Diomedes replied as the Servant who’d been making quite a racket outside crashed through the wall of the lobby: Aka no Berserker. Wielding a large spear, he stood taller than any of the Servants you’ve seen so far, his raw strength was nothing to scoff at, and it didn’t help that he was fresh to the battle. A cloaked and hooded figure was also riding on the Berserker’s shoulders, who perked up when Diomedes addressed him, “Do as you like with them, Mathers!” before withdrawing in his chariot.
“Leaving us with clean-up duty?” The Master laughed as he dismounted from his Servant’s shoulders, “That’s fine! Tear them into bloody ribbons, Berserker!” It doesn’t strike you as a complex deduction to determine that this Mathers fellow isn’t interested in negotiation at the moment.
“Guess you’re first then!” Kuro no Archer roared as he leapt toward the Berserker, but the larger Servant is able to meet his charge and hurl him back with little effort.
“Oh, just the Servants!” Mathers corrected before his Servant got too carried away, “I want to make sport of the humans, so don’t tear them into too many pieces!”
“Graaaahhhhh!” The hulking Berserker shouts in response, though whether it‘s an affirmation of his Master’s command or simply a brutish roar is anyone’s guess.
